Author Links:One Alpha shape-shifting bear.Plus one geeky computer girl.Equals an explosive mated pairing.Living her life as a reclusive computer programmer, Sorscha never expected much out of life. That was until the man who had not only ignored her for her whole life—but was hired as her bodyguard—suddenly shifts into a huge, hulking—bear.Watching over Sorscha has been a pain, right in Tethur’s big, fat—well , you get the point. Suddenly Sorscha’s life is threatened, their deep mutual sexual attraction is exposed, and Tethur reveals he’s a shape-shifting hunk from a world right out of one of Sorscha’s favorite movies.The unlikely pair are thrust into a world of fantasy, sexual hunger, and mysterious powers. Join Sorscha as she discovers that she is not quite the nobody she thought she was, and after years of trying to get in the Grumpy ole’ bear’s pants—she is going to have to start ‘trying’ to keep him out of hers.
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Tethur didn’t look like a bear now, although his eyes had that deep glowing hue to them. The heat of rage radiated off him.
“Do you have any fucking idea what I thought when I went to our room and saw not only the lock shattered, but you missing?” he snarled at her.
His voice and aggression was so fierce his hot breath fluttered her hair around her face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she stormed around him.
“You can’t just lock me up like a doll, Tethur. You spent my whole life caging me, I realized today. No more. I have powers, I’m strong. I can do stuff on my own, you know,” she fired back.
“I can lock you anywhere I wish. That is my right as your guardian and mate,” he roared.
His huge arm locked around her upper arms and she was spun around. A squeal leaked from her lips as she was pinned against the wall. She heard the ice splinter.
A sharp whistle sounded, and she looked over at Cassandra just before Tethur’s large bicep blocked her path. He caged her in with both his huge, bulging arms. Arousal consumed her.
Hmm, who would have thought?
Sorscha’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she met his fierce, predatory gaze with her own look of defiance.
“Dear Goddess, thank you for gifting me with a horny elf and not a bear.” Cassandra tossed the couple a wink and disappeared back outside.
“No, wait…” Sorscha protested.
The deep rumble that came from Tethur’s chest drew her gaze back to him.
“You’re being unreasonable,” she whispered.
Tethur leaned in closer. His nose brushed against hers. The hair that covered his cheek and jaw brushed over the tender flesh of her cheek, and she shivered.
“Unreasonable? So that is what you call keeping you alive?” he rumbled.
“I call caging me unreasonable,” she whispered.
Turning her head to the side, feeling the hot breath spilling over her cheek, she squealed and ducked out from under him. Trying to run, she heard the roar and the sound of rending fabric, and froze.
He had shifted.
Sorscha’s eyelids fluttered shut and she braced for impact. Tethur was shockingly gentle with how, as a bear, he threw her over his shoulder and moved up the stairs with the grace of any animal in the wild. He dropped her to her feet at the foot of the bed. Before her eyes he shifted. His fur slid back into his skin, his muzzle melted into the handsome man she had known her whole life. Those glowing eyes gazed at her as if she were a feast laid out just for him. But it wasn’t just his face, oh no, she could see him all, including the huge club he called a cock standing proud and reaching to his belly button. Her mouth went dry and she fought to drag her eyes back up to his.
They were both breathing hard. They looked at one another, and Tethur’s steps ate up the space between them.
“Strip,” he growled.
She could feel her eyes go wide. Her words gone, lost, as he looked down at her, his gaze burning through her clothes. She took a step back and he matched it, keeping his bare chest pressed against her.
“No!” she said with much more fire than she felt.
“Yes, but you will,” he rumbled back at her.
The confidence in his voice shattered her independence. She would not give into him, she couldn’t. Tethur would understand that she was equal to him.
“Little bird,” he warned. “If you don’t do it, then I will, and I’m not in control.”
Sorscha shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. It was hard when every nerve ending responded to him. His voice, his scent, his breath, dear God, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and her body fucking burned for him.
Moving back, feeling as if he had left her with no escape, her next words were stuttered out again.
“Look, just because I was swoony over you in high school doesn’t mean I will let you, just, well…” she paused.
Should I say fuck me? Because I kind of want him to fuck me.
“So you call smelling like heaven and honey twenty-four seven, and pushing every button I have day and night…swoony?” he growled.
She gulped as he prowled closer and she retreated. The chase, small as it was, excited her. Feeling her body get warm as sweat beaded onto her flesh, the cool air brushed against her and she realized they were outside, on the balcony.
Trapped like a…bird.